My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult Chapter 122

Hearing Tan Yun's words, An Jing said angrily, "Are you an early bird? You are an early pig!"

"Uncle, you...you're rude."

Hearing this, Tan Yun's face immediately flushed.

Uncle actually said that she was an early pig! ?

She woke up before dawn today, doing laundry, killing chickens, and busy now, An Jing couldn't help but praise her, even calling her a pig.

Looking at Tan Yun's bulging face, An Jing couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pinched it, saying, "Forget it, my lord doesn't remember the villain's deeds. For the sake of your hard work every day, I don't care about you. It's about stealing chicken soup."

Tan Yun bit his lip and said, "Uncle, you are talking nonsense, who stole your chicken soup."

"Didn't you drink?"

When An Jing heard this, he suddenly became a little strange.

Tan Yun said quickly: "The chicken soup is in the crock pot. I was afraid of the cold, so I put it in the closet."

"In the closet, true or false?"

Hearing this, An Jing turned around and returned to Ji Shitang.

"Can I still lie to you?"

Tan Yun also hurriedly followed.

"Husband, what are you doing in such a hurry?" Zhao Qingmei couldn't help saying when she saw An Jing go and returned.

"I'm looking for chicken soup."

After An Jing finished speaking, he hurriedly walked towards the kitchen.

"Crench!"

When I opened the closet, I saw that there was a crock pot inside, and at the same time, a strong fragrance wafted out.

Tan Yun said on the side: "See, you wronged me, uncle, I didn't steal your chicken soup."

Not only did she not drink it secretly, but she was afraid that the chicken soup would be cold, so she kept it in the closet to keep warm.

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt aggrieved.

"smell good."

Hearing this, An Jing laughed dryly.

Tan Yun didn't even steal it, it seems that he really blamed her.

Tan Yun pouted and said, "Uncle, in your heart, am I such a person?"

Is not it?

An Jing sighed in his heart, and then comforted: "Okay, okay, I blame you wrong, you are a hard-working bird."

"But I'm still so sad."

Tan Yun's head drooped slightly, and said in a low voice, "I didn't expect that I would be so unbearable in my uncle's eyes. I'm a good eater who only steals food."

"And uncle, you actually said that to me for a jar of chicken soup."

At this moment, she looked very lost, standing there helpless and sad.

"Wang Wang! Wang Wang!"

The little black boy kept calling.

After all, I misunderstood her and said that she was a pig that got up early, but it seemed very hurtful......

An Jing touched his nose: "Well, I'll give you half of the chicken soup."

"No." Tan Yun lowered his head and said, "I have to add more chicken legs."

An Jing: "......"

Afterwards, Tan Yun carefully came to the front of the hall with the earthen pot.

"What's up?"

Zhao Qingmei asked when she saw this.

"Let's drink this chicken soup together."

An Jing came out with three bowls and said, "After all, Madam, you have been stewing for so long, and I can't finish this chicken by myself."

Opening the crock pot, a particularly mellow fragrance wafted out, golden-colored chicken soup oily beads, and snow-white soup suddenly appeared in front of him. An Jing held the delicate blue-and-white porcelain bowl, put the chicken legs in it, and then poured it into the pot. A bowl was placed in front of Zhao Qingmei.

"Ma'am, you've worked hard."

Hearing this, Zhao Qingmei raised the corner of her mouth and said, "This is what I did."

"Didn't I borrow flowers to offer Buddha?" An Jing smiled.

This chicken soup contains Chinese herbs such as wolfberry, Codonopsis and Astragalus, and it seems that it is nourishing and delicious.

An Jing poured a bowl for himself, took a sip, and suddenly there was an indescribable fragrance between his lips and teeth, which could not be dissipated for a long time. , mixed with the unique taste of chicken, full of energy.

"It's delicious." An Jing couldn't help but praise.

Tan Yun also couldn't wait to take a sip, and then a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Wang Wang! Wang Wang!"

Little Hei Zai's two front legs lay directly on Tan Yun's calf, looking at the chicken leg in Tan Yun's hand eagerly.

"This is something I made on my own. Do you still want to eat it for nothing?"

Tan Yun kicked the little black boy away and ran to the corner.

The little black boy rolled twice on the ground, and then quickly followed.

"Um!?"

At this moment, An Jing noticed the change in the book, and was shocked.

Purple! ?

This is the first time he has seen the chance of purple.

The blue chance is to obtain the priceless mechanism puppet technique, and there is a mysterious and unpredictable master's favor. What kind of treasure is this purple chance.

Where is the sacredness hidden in the Willow Villa, to have the chance to have a purple color! ?

"When I temper it into a perfect golden bone, I can go and explore it."

An Jing took a deep breath and thought to himself.

This purple opportunity is really alluring and intriguing.

"What are you thinking?" Zhao Qingmei couldn't help but see An Jing in a daze.

"No...Nothing, I was thinking that this chicken soup is delicious. By the way, where did this chicken come from?"

"It was given by that kid Han Wenxin."

"He's been very busy these days, but I rarely see him."

"That's not right, now there are people from all corners of the world in Yuzhou, so he is naturally busy."

Three days later, Jade Capital City.

Outer city, Baihuajing Lane.

As the capital of the Dayan Dynasty, the prosperity of Yujing City is naturally extraordinary.

Especially after the New Year's Eve, the exams are approaching, and students from all over the world are gathered from all over the world.

At the entrance of the alley, there is a dilapidated courtyard.

Jiang Sanjia held a piece of white paper in his hand, looked at it carefully, and then couldn't help laughing, "Brother Zhou did not disappoint me, it seems that he was hiding before."

How could a person with great luck die so young? In this way, the game he set up is really possible.

Thinking of this, a glimmer of light appeared in Jiang Sanjia's eyes.

"Dong dong!"

Suddenly, there was a sound from outside the door.

"Enter."

Jiang Sanjia said lightly.

As the courtyard door opened, a hunched **** walked in.

Seeing the old eunuch, Jiang Sanjia's pupils shrank violently.

"Lord Jiang, long time no see, Pingde is polite." The old **** bowed his hands to Jiang Sanjia.

This old **** is not someone else, but the **** of Kunning Palace, Eunuch Ping De.

"Why did Eunuch Pingde come here this time?"

Jiang Sanjia tried to keep himself calm, but his voice was still a little trembling.

"Concubine Rong Gui has a request, saying that she wants to ask Lord Jiang for something."

Fair and fair.

"Okay."

Jiang Sanjia took a deep breath, "Then please take the trouble of Father Pingde to lead the way."

The person in the deep palace was finally willing to see him.

"Don't bother, the old slave should do it."

Eunuch Pingde nodded, then turned and walked outside the courtyard.

The two walked out of Baihuajing Lane all the way, walked into the inner city, and came to the imperial city.

Jiang Sanjia walked all the way, looking at the high wall of the palace, and the little palace maids and eunuchs on both sides, he couldn't help saying: "It seems that it has changed after so many years, but it has not changed."

"The old slave has been here for a lifetime, and I don't know much about what Master Jiang said."

Eunuch Pingde smiled and said: "The old slave only knows the little maids in the palace. The little eunuchs have changed batch after batch, and the nobles have also been batch after batch. The walls of this palace have also been renovated twice."

Some come, some stay, some go.

In this deep palace, for some people, it is like a prison for them, but for people who have been like Pingde for a lifetime, only habit is left.

Jiang Sanjia looked at the front and said softly: "The emperor sitting high on the top has not changed."

"Master Jiang is not happy to say this."

Eunuch Pingde's expression changed slightly and he said quickly.

This place is the Imperial Palace. Besides the patrolling Imperial Army, I don't know how many experts and secret agents in the inner circle. If you say something that shouldn't be said, you will be worried about your life.

Eunuch Pingde has been here all his life, and he naturally knows the rules of the palace.

Here, talk less and do more, listen to what you should listen to, and don't listen to what you shouldn't.

Although Jiang Sanjia is withdrawn and has a estrangement with the Zhenyi Sect, it is unsatisfactory to mix in the temple, but because he is the **** in charge of the Kunning Palace, he still has some understanding of Jiang Sanjia, and his heart is full of him. sympathy.

In his own words, although our eunuchs do not have birds, they still have a human touch.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Jiang Sanjia laughed loudly, "Father Pingde, let's go."

"Please."

Father Pingde held out his hand.

Along the way, there was Grandpa Guangde leading the way, but it was unobstructed, and the two also chatted every sentence.

One is alone in the palace, without support, and the other is wandering outside the palace, with nowhere to live.

Just then, a figure appeared in front of him.

That man was handsome, with a kind of feminine beauty, his eyes were cold and arrogant, his dark eyes were full of peace, his dark hair was scattered around his ears, and there was a cold, handsome breath around him. Makes people secretly amazed.

He was wearing a black robe, and he looked carefully at the cyan python embroidered on the robe, and he was holding a simple, vast sword in his hand.

This sword is exactly, the Sword of the Son of Heaven!

Jiang Sanjia's pupils trembled slightly.

In this forbidden palace, the person who can hold the Dayan Tianzi sword is naturally ready to be revealed.

He is also one of the five sword immortals in the world today. In March last year, he achieved the status of a master and became famous all over the world.

Jiang Sanjia had also seen this person twice, but the first two times Zhong Binru was standing next to the Emperor, and he did not observe it carefully.

It is rumored that this person has a very strange temperament...

"Master Zhong."

When Eunuch Pingde saw the person coming, he quickly leaned over and said.

"Um."

Zhong Binru nodded indifferently, and then walked outside the palace. He didn't look at Eunuch Pingde, and naturally he didn't look at Jiang Sanjia.

It seems that he is indifferent to everything.

Jiang Sanjia looked at the back and whispered, "Is this Lord Zhong going outside the city?"

"Yes."

Eunuch Pingde whispered in his ear: "Eunuch Zhang Jian will go to Wangjing Mountain every month to worship his wife."

Jiang Sanjia nodded. He also knew a thing or two about this matter. Zhong Binru, the master swordsman, was a top swordsman before he entered the palace. Later, because of the death of his wife, he was disheartened and entered the palace. , became the emperor's sword-wielding father-in-law.

After entering the Forbidden Palace, this person practiced swords day and night, and did not do what he thought except practicing swords.

It is said that it was because he did not think too much about himself and focused on practicing swordsmanship that he became a **** by swinging his sword from the palace.

And above the kendo attainments, this person is still above Lin Yiyang.

"Let's go."

Jiang Sanjia didn't say anything more.

Eunuch Pingde nodded, and then the two walked slowly to the front of the main hall of Kunning Palace.

"Mr. Jiang, please come in." Eunuch Pingde stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation.

Jiang Sanjia took a deep breath and calmed down for a while, and then he lifted his footsteps slightly and walked into the hall.

The hall is magnificent and majestic, with incense burners dyed in the corners, sandalwood incense flowing from it, and a half-covered screen in front of it.

There is a graceful figure behind the screen. Although the beauty's face cannot be seen clearly, through the figure on the screen, one can still feel the soul-stirring figure.

"Wei Chen pays respects to the noble concubine!"

Jiang Sanjia's body bent slightly, facing the screen.

"Exemption."

A crisp, pleasant sound came from behind the screen.

Behind this screen is Mu Xiaoyun's sister, the current imperial concubine Mu Xiaowan.

Jiang Sanjia stood up straight, and he always had all kinds of words in his heart, but at this moment he didn't know how to express it.

Mu Xiaowan said, "Lord Jiang, you have suffered."

"The mother's words are serious." Jiang Sanjia lowered his eyebrows.

"But now it's all hard work."

Mu Xiaowan chuckled, "It's been a while since you came to Jade Capital City. I haven't seen you, so do you blame me?"

"Wei Chen dare not."

Jiang Sanjia trembled in his heart.

"...don't dare."

Mu Xiaowan whispered to herself, "Sanjia, you still hate me in your heart."

Jiang Sanjia fell silent and did not speak.

Mu Xiaowan sighed and asked, "Where is my sister now?"

Jiang Sanjia paused and said, "Dongluoguan."

"Dongluoguan!?"

Mu Xiaowan's tone rose slightly.

Dongluoguan is the realm of the Demon Sect. No one in the world does not know about it, and others do not know about Mu Xiaoyun, but how could Mu Xiaowan not know that Mu Xiaoyun is going to join the Demon Sect.

Mu Xiaowan waved her hand and said coldly, "It's going to rain and Niang wants to get married. Since some people want to die, let her go."

"Everyone has their own choice, right and wrong remain in their hearts." Jiang Sanjia said slowly.

Afterwards, neither of them spoke, and the hall fell into a brief silence.

After a long while, Mu Xiaowan took a deep breath and said, "Sanjia, I need you to do me a favor."

Jiang Sanjia gave a wry smile and said: "The noble concubine is polite, and it is the duty of Weichen to share the worries for the goddess."

He knew that if nothing happened, how could Mu Xiaowan want to see him?

Mu Xiaowan said: "Magic sects, Buddhism have appeared one after another, and chaos has gradually emerged. I want to know where the general trend in the world is..."

"The general trend of the world?"

Jiang Sanjia shook his head and said, "The imperial concubine is really joking, how many people can see through the general situation in this world?"

"Can't Guigu God be counted?"

"Hasn't the noble concubine heard this sentence, the Tao can't be counted?"

Hearing Jiang Sanjia's words, Mu Xiaowan was silent for a while, and then said: "This matter is the only thing I ask of you, besides, as a person of Qin Tianjian, shouldn't it be right for you to measure the country's situation for Dayan? ?"

"This matter is not only what I said, but also what Taishi Zhao Tianyi asked me to tell you."

Jiang Sanjia sighed in his heart and said, "Weichen understands what the concubine said, and when Weichen prepares for a while, he will try it on Qin Tiantai."

Zhao Tianyi knew Jiang Sanjia's temperament, and only Mu Xiaowan could let him relax.

Mu Xiaowan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then you have to work. The plum wine on this table is your favorite drink. I have nothing to give you, you can take it."

"Thank you, Concubine."

Jiang Sanjia glanced at the plum wine on the table, then picked up the cup and jug and clasped his fists and said, "Then Wei Chen will retire first."

With that, he exited the hall.

At this time, the weather outside the hall was calm and there were no clouds for thousands of miles. Standing on the steps of Baiyu Mountain, you could see the vastness below.

Father-in-law Pingde was standing at the door waiting, and the scene was very similar to a few years ago.

"Pingde, drink this cup with me, this is a good wine from the imperial concubine."

Jiang Sanjia smiled and filled a cup and handed it to Father-in-law Pingde.

"This....."

Eunuch Pingde was stunned and took the wine glass subconsciously, but he didn't dare to put it in his mouth.

After all, this is the wine given to Jiang Sanjia by the imperial concubine.

"Hahahahaha! It's really good wine."

Jiang Sanjia took a big sip from the jug, then laughed loudly, and walked down the steps.

Looking at Jiang Sanjia's sloppy back, Eunuch Pingde was a little lost, and it took a long while to follow.

"Lord Jiang, walk slowly, Rong Lao Nu will give you a ride."

Yuzhou City, Fulu Street.

An Jing carried the fishing rod and basket left by Li Fuzhou and walked towards the Qinghe Pier.

"I didn't expect the sequelae of this ghostly transformation to be so great, and even now I still feel a little dizzy."

The injury in his body was good, and as for the replenishment of blood essence, it would take some time to recover, but the ghost-like sequelae made An Jing have lingering fears.

In the past three days, he felt that his mental state was not as good as before. No matter what he did, he was weak and his limbs were weak.

Until today, the state has recovered a little, and he plans to find a quiet place to refine this relic, and refine it into a golden bone as soon as possible.

And the Millennium Black Anaconda is still at the Qinghe Dock. I don't know if there will be any accident in the tempering of the golden bone this time. Naturally, it needs it to protect itself.

Not long after, An Jing walked out of the city and walked along the official road for half an hour before arriving at the Qinghe Pier.

"Doctor Xiao An, are you fishing here too?"

At this moment, a voice came from behind.

An Jing's heart moved when he heard the voice, and when he looked back, this person was Mr. Jiang from Mazi Lane.

At this moment, he was wearing a coarse cloth shirt, and he was also holding a fishing rod and a fish basket in his hand.

An Jing smiled and said, "Yeah, Jiang Ye is also here to fish today?"

There are quite a few places where you can go fishing in Yuzhou City, and the Qinghe Wharf is also some distance away from Yuzhou City. Although fishing elders often change places to have fun, the two of them must be too connected.

"Today's rest, I came to this Qinghe pier specially to fish."

Jiang Ye smiled and said, "Together?"

"OK."

An Jing did not refuse, but his heart sank slightly.

Is this Jiang Ye following him this time, intentionally or unintentionally?

The two sat on the shore. At this moment, the ice was gradually melting, and the water surface was sparkling under the sunlight.

An Jing's face was relaxed and natural, but his mind was carefully guarding Jiang Ye next to him.

And that Jiang Ye seemed to have nothing else to do, his eyes looked at the water calmly.

"call out!"

After a while, his fishing rod swayed slightly, and I saw Jiang Ye skillfully reeling in the line, and there was a palm-sized fish on the fishing rod.

"Good luck today."

Jiang Ye smiled, then put the fish in his hand into the fish basket, and continued to throw the rod.

Both of them didn't speak, they were fishing quietly.

I saw Jiang Ye catch one after another, but An Jing's fishing rod never changed.

"Doctor Xiao An's heart doesn't seem to be quiet enough."

Jiang Ye said with a smile.

An Jing's heart tightened, and he asked calmly, "Oh? What do you mean by this?"

"In this fishing, the most important thing is to be calm. If your mind is calm, the fish will be hooked. If your mind is not calm, how can the fish be willing to be hooked?"

After Jiang Ye finished speaking, he continued to look at his fishing rod.

I saw that the fishing rod was constantly reeling and releasing the line, and the fish kept entering his fish basket.

"Jiang Ye is really a good trick."

An Jing saw this action.

Jiang Ye's fishing technique is much smarter than that of Jiang Sanjia.

The two of them seem to have many differences in fishing. Jiang Sanjia is fishing, putting in the bait, it doesn't matter whether the fish is caught or not, the emphasis is on being casual.

There seems to be a feeling that the wisher is hooked.

But Jiang Ye is completely different. His skills are already skilled. As long as he gets on his hook, he has not missed a single shot so far. Whether it is a big fish or a small fish, it is thrown into the fish basket.

"I've been catching fish for half my life, practice makes perfect."

Jiang Ye smiled lightly, then stood up, looked at the lake and said, "Dr. Xiao An treats and heals people. Isn't it easy for him to do it at his fingertips? This is a truth."

"Compared to Dr. An's medical skills, this old man's fishing is just a gadget."

An Jing shook his head and said, "Jiang Ye's words are bad."

Seeing what An Jing said, Jiang Ye couldn't help but ask, "How do you say this?"

An Jing smiled lightly and said: "The so-called medical skills, fishing skills are just the same origin of the Dao, and the same destination in different ways."

"The great road has the same origin and the same destination by different paths..."

Jiang Ye whispered to himself, and then his eyes lit up, "Miao, Dr. An's words are really enlightening and benefit a lot."

Although it is short in eight words, it has a profound and profound philosophy when savouring it carefully.

An Jing waved his hand: "I just saw it in a book by chance and remembered it in my heart."

"Dr. An's medical skills are so advanced, it seems not without reason."

Jiang Ye sighed with emotion, then put away the fishing line, and said, "I have invited someone for a drink today. There should be enough fish in the fish basket. It is not a good thing to fish when the water runs long."

"Doctor Xiao An, the old man is leaving."

With that said, Jiang Ye put away the fishing rod, cupped his hands, lifted the fish basket, and left.

Looking at Jiang Ye's back, An Jing frowned.

He always felt that today's events were not ordinary, which made people feel more and more strange.

At this moment, An Jing only felt his fishing rod move.

"I'm hooked, it doesn't seem to be small."

An Jing's heart sank, and he began to take up the line carefully.

"Crash!" "Crash!"

With the rippling of the water, I saw a huge fish surfaced. This fish is bigger than any one Jiang Ye has caught before. This is a crucian carp, which is more than nine inches long. It weighs two pounds.

"Let the madam go back and make a crucian carp soup tonight."

An Jing laughed, and then put the big crucian carp into the fish basket.

After a brief tidying up, An Jing put down his fishing rod and prepared to dive into the bottom of the Qinghe Wharf.

He came out today, not for fishing, but for perfecting the golden bones.

In this water, the moon helps himself to watch the fish, thinking that it should not be stolen.

"thump!"

With the sound of entering the water, An Jing disappeared into the lake.

As for the moon in the water on the branches in the distance, it only heard a strange noise, but did not feel any other abnormality, as if An Jing was still catching fish.

About a quarter of an hour later, An Jing landed at the bottom of the Qinghe pier, and the thousand-year-old black anaconda was lying on the bottom of the river, motionless.

An Jing only felt a surging pressure coming from all directions, and he quickly raised his internal strength to resist.

"Today, with the help of this pressure, there are relics to temper the perfect golden bones."

Taking a deep breath, An Jing sat down, and the relics hidden in the dantian also released golden rays of light, and then it was like a burning flame.

I saw that with An Jing as the center, a vacuum was formed around half a zhang.

That scorching hot feeling came instantly, burning all over his body.

At this moment, An Jing was surrounded by golden flames, and the golden flames were extremely hot, as if they were about to burn An Jing.

"What a domineering relic..."

An Jing frowned, his clenched teeth were soaked with red blood, and then he forcibly resisted the pain and ran the Daluo Heart Method and the Ghost Valley Heart Method in his body.

Finally, his scorching dantian area slowly showed a coolness.

This moment of coolness calmed his mind.

Under the madness of the relic in the body, the tempering also slowly got on the right track.

The vitality and heat waves of the relic were slowly introduced into the body by him, and the fleshly body made a crackling sound.

Fire rushes through the meridians, burning, bursting, and the pain is inexplicable. Such pain must be endured, because this is the pain that must be experienced in tempering the golden bone.

The operation of the two mental methods has reached the extreme.

You must know that there are very few people who can temper the golden bones before they reach the realm of the master.

The extremely fast cultivation speed is certainly gratifying, but after all, An Jing has not really reached the realm of a grandmaster. In less than an hour, a huge pain came from the bones, and the meridians were also burning with pain.

An Jing knew that he had to hold on. If he collapsed, all his previous achievements would be lost, and his life might even be in danger.

He gritted his teeth and insisted, the sweat dripping from his skin flowed like rain.

Sweat brings out the impurities in the body, and the speed of internal force washing is too fast, even the pores excreted impurities are unbearable.

At this moment, an extremely powerful vitality suddenly appeared around his body.

This vitality entered his body, and under the nourishment of this vitality, his scorching meridians actually appeared cool.

The previous burning pain and injury was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Shelley's Feedback!

Under this powerful infusion of vitality, the body that had been extremely traumatized began to heal rapidly.

The incomparably pure energy flowed continuously into An Jing's body through his mouth, nose, and pores.

An Jing's skin turned red at this moment, but the internal force in his body was becoming vigorous and fiery at an amazing speed!

A golden light suddenly appeared, accompanied by a terrifying power.

There were monstrous water waves all around the bottom of the river.

Boom boom boom! !

The vast golden light was poured into the body continuously.

After just a few dozen breaths, it seems like several years have passed.

I saw that golden lights appeared around An Jing.

In the bottom of this river, every drop of water is at the same time, and a terrifying power emerges strangely.

It can be clearly seen that the internal forces in An Jing's body are instantly gathered together, along with the bones, bones and blood that the heat flow started to travel.

boom!

At this moment, the golden light melted into his blood.

An Jing's body has also undergone a complete transformation, and his blood, bones, and flesh are as magical and dazzling as golden light.

The Guigu Heart Method and the Daluo Heart Method operate more quickly.

Flesh and bones blend together, and internal force is constantly blended into it.

An Jing could almost feel that his body was getting stronger little by little, and his strength was increasing rapidly in an extremely incredible state.

His body has undergone earth-shaking changes, and the tempering of the golden bone has gradually come to an end.

And at this time, it is absolutely not to be taken lightly.

In the dark river bottom, the golden light prevailed, and then slowly began to gather and enter the body.

The original golden light circulated on the surface of the body, and soon it was like water merged into the body.

Eventually the dark bottom of the river became dark again, as if nothing had happened.

The river water around An Jing was also slowly rushing towards him.

The bottom of the river was calm again.

The golden bone is complete!

With the help of two relics and a vermillion fruit, An Jing finally tempered a perfect golden bone.

The two most powerful means of a grandmaster, one is the golden bone, and the other is the infuriating energy derived from the body.

In addition to reaching the master realm, the golden bones also need to practice the mental skills of the Tianwu level. Although most of the masters practice the mental skills of the Tianwu level, it is difficult to enter the master. However, there are also a small number of masters who rely on perseverance. Chance to become a master, these are not able to condense into golden bones.

And Puhui Bodhisattva is one of the few masters who has not been condensed into golden bones.

In Leiyin Temple, he was not a core disciple of Zen, so naturally he had no way to practice the core martial arts of Zen. It was only by perseverance and his understanding of Buddhism that he reached the realm of a master.

An Jing slowly opened his eyes, then looked at his hands.

A surge of surging, endless energy rushed in, and he felt that his current strength was more than 30% higher than before.

With his current strength, even if it is against Liu Qingshan, Xi Jikui and other experts in the realm of smallpox will not necessarily be defeated.

If he holds the broken evil-suppressing sword, he still has a great chance of winning.

"In a few days, go and see what the purple chance is."

An Jing secretly thought.

For this purple opportunity, An Jing is bound to get it, but he has been waiting for the golden bone to complete, and there has been a lot of turmoil in Yuzhou recently. When this turmoil is over, he can act better.

Ji Shitang, at dusk.

"Ma'am, I'm back."

An Jing came back with the fish basket: "Is there no one coming this afternoon?"

"Most of them bought medicine, and one of them was suffering from a cold. I prescribed a medicine."

Zhao Qingmei walked down from the counter of the pharmacy, looked at the fish basket and said in surprise, "What a big crucian carp."

"Madam didn't expect medical skills to rise too."

An Jing said in surprise: "It's even possible to see a doctor."

On weekdays, when he was treating others, Zhao Qingmei and Tan Yun were watching.

His original intention was to teach something to Tan Yun. Instead of teaching Tan Yun, he taught his wife. But that's fine. After going out by himself, someone will be able to sit in the medical center.

Zhao Qingmei blinked and said with a smile: "The old saying is good, marrying a chicken follows a chicken and marrying a dog follows a dog. I married a doctor. Over time, I will naturally learn it."

Zhao Qingmei naturally knows a thing or two about medical skills, but she is not as proficient as a doctor, and she can treat simple cold, trauma and some internal injuries.

An Jing nodded, feeling his wife's virtue and virtue, and then said, "This big crucian carp will make crucian carp soup tonight."

I have to say that this crucian carp is indeed a big one, especially now that it is only in early January. Generally, it is from February to April when the crucian carp is at its most plump.

"Okay, I'll make you a crucian carp soup tonight."

Zhao Qingmei took the fish basket and walked into the kitchen.

An Jing sat in front of the hall to rest for a while, and then felt a little hungry, so he walked towards the backyard.

As soon as he walked into the backyard, he saw Tan Yun sitting with a brush in his hand, while the little black boy was lying wet in the tub, "This is...?"

Tan Yun raised his head and glanced at An Jing, and said with a smile, "I feel that it is too dirty, so give it a wash."

Hearing this, An Jing couldn't help but regretfully said: "I thought I could eat dog meat at night, but if you wash it with your footbath, will it get athlete's foot?"

I thought I could eat black dog meat tonight.

"Uncle, you are so rude!"

When Tan Yun heard this, his eyes widened immediately, and he explained in a hurry: "I... I don't have athlete's foot, I'm very clean."

For a moment, she didn't know how to explain, and her face flushed with anxiety.

"Okay, I know."

An Jing waved his hand and said, "It's winter now, so I'm not afraid of freezing to death after washing."

"Smelly uncle."

Tan Yun took out a set of black clothes from under his butt, and muttered, "There are still some clothes for the third master. I can wipe them clean, and then sit on the stove and bake them, won't it be good?"

Li Fuzhou's clothes, do you use to wipe the dog?

Hearing this, An Jing couldn't help but glance at Tan Yun more, and then pondered: "Do you think the little black boy will suddenly jump into the fire pit?"

Tan Yun said in surprise: "How is that possible?"

An Jing said seriously: "Think about it again, it usually takes your shoes..."

Hearing this, Tan Yun licked his lips: "Maybe, maybe... maybe..."

Two dogs man and woman who are ready to bake it...  

"Wang Wang!"

The little black man murmured and got up immediately, and then his body continued to shake, and the water splashed all over Tan Yun.

"what--!"

Tan Yun quickly covered the splash with his hands.

By the next moment, the little black boy had already run away.

"This dog is really good."

Looking at the little black boy's back, An Jing couldn't help but murmured.

"time to eat."

At this moment, a crisp voice sounded.

When Tan Yun, who was planning to catch up, heard this, he suddenly stopped and said fiercely to the back of the little black boy: "I'll beat you up when I'm full."

"When you're full, you'll probably forget it."

An Jing shook his head and said, and walked quickly towards the kitchen.

"Uncle, wait for me."

Tan Yun wiped Li Fuzhou's clothes with his palm and quickly followed.

Dining room table.

The fragrant and delicious flavor spreads in a roundabout way, lingering on the nose, mouth-watering, tender meat, sour and delicious soup, tender yellow and smooth fish fillets.

Zhao Qingmei took off her skirt and sat down. She smiled and said, "How does the crucian carp soup taste like?"

Tan Yun couldn't wait beside him, or he honestly didn't move his chopsticks, but his pancreas kept secreting saliva.

"It's fragrant and delicious."

An Jing picked up the porcelain bowl and put it in front of Zhao Qingmei: "Madam, you've worked so hard, you drink it first."

"Eat."

Zhao Qingmei glanced at Tan Yun, who was eager to try.

"Miss, I'm welcome."

Tan Yun stretched out his chopsticks and picked up the fish and put it in his mouth, his eyes suddenly lit up: "No. This (delicious)..."

An Jing also used chopsticks frequently, and was no less than Tan Yun.

"Isn't it better than crab and pork knuckle?"

An Jing took a long sigh, glanced at Tan Yun who was working hard, and said, "Madam, if you leave, what should I do?"

Tan Yun turned a deaf ear to An Jing's words, as if he hadn't heard them.

She is the quietest only when she is eating and sleeping.

Zhao Qingmei smiled and said, "Husband, your cooking skills are not bad, you can just cook it yourself."

"Uncle, can you still cook?"

At this moment, Tan Yun's hand moved for a while, then raised his head and looked at An Jing in surprise.

An Jing glanced at Tan Yun and said, "I will."

"That's good."

When Tan Yun heard this, he immediately smiled, "When the young lady goes back, the uncle will cook the meal, and I will help the uncle."

Miss is gone, isn't this Yuzhou City in charge?

At that time, we can go to find the whereabouts of this ghost swordsman.

Uncle, uncle, just cook for me honestly.

Zhao Qingmei seemed to have heard other meanings from An Jing's words, and said, "Husband, do you mean that you agree with me to go back alone?"

"How could I disagree?"

An Jing smiled inexplicably, "But before you go back, I'll make some preparations for you."

At this moment, the black chance on his body has not been resolved, Zhao Qingmei left, and he just took this time to deal with this murderous intention quickly.

At that time, asking Zhao Qingmei to bring two wooden figures should not be a big problem.

"Okay~www.mtlnovel.com~ Zhao Qingmei was also a little curious when she heard An Jing say this.

Husband has made preparations, is it related to martial arts in the chores room?

Tan Yun turned An Jing away, and secretly said in his heart: Uncle, uncle, I think you should take good care of yourself.

Just then, a black shadow ran over happily.

"Tanyun, that looks like your shoes, right?"

An Jing pointed to the little black boy.

"It really is."

Tan Yun's eyes suddenly became angry, he put down the bowl and chopsticks and chased after him.

"Madam, let's eat now."

An Jing quickly stretched out his chopsticks, picked up a few pieces of fish and put them in Zhao Qingmei's bowl.

Seeing this warm scene, Zhao Qingmei couldn't help but smile.

Chapter end